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One For The Highlight Reel
by Y2Curry (y2curry@gmail.com)

Chris Jericho zipped up the bag containing his wrestling gear, and began
combing his hair as he examined himself in the mirror. 'That was a fun show,'
Jericho thought to himself. It was December 10th, 2007, and World Wrestling
Entertainment's Raw 15th Anniversary show had ended not 20 minutes ago. After
enjoying himself in the beer bash that closed the show, Jericho had taken a
quick shower and was now preparing to leave the Arena at Harbor Yard in
Bridgeport, Connecticut and head back to his hotel.

"Hey, Chris. Long time no see." Jericho turned his head, and his breath
caught in his throat for a moment as he looked into the face of Trish
Stratus. He'd seen her out of the corner of his eye at the beer bash, but
he was careful to avoid getting too close to her. The first-ever Undisputed
champion in WWE history plastered a smile on his face as he did his best to
mask his conflicting feelings.

"Hi, Trish," Jericho responded with enthusiasm. 'Maybe a bit too
enthusiastic', thought Trish. She understood full well the myriad of emotions
that were apparent on her old friend's face, as she didn't know how to deal
with the feelings seeing "Y2J" again were stirring up inside of her. She had
spent several minutes in solitude debating whether she should seek him out or
just retire to her hotel room for the night. In the end, she'd decided to at
least say hello, not knowing if she'd ever get the chance to see him again.

Upon debuting in the then-WWF back in early 2000, one of the first people
Trish Stratus became friendly with was Chris Jericho. They'd discovered that
they had a similar sense of humor and shared some common interests, so it
wasn't long before they became very close friends. That friendship had
continued throughout both of their careers in the WWE. When the writers came
up with the idea of pairing up the two of them in a romantic angle, they both
were in full support of it. They had always really enjoyed working together,
and both of them thought the storyline would be lots of fun. Their chemistry
with each other carried over nicely on-screen, and the story was well
received by both the writers and the fans. However, a problem arose: the
mutual attraction between the two of them, which had bubbled just underneath
the surface for the entirety of their friendship, became harder and harder
to ignore as their romantic television skits continued.

"So, how have you been?" Jericho asked.

"Pretty good. It was a bit of an adjustment at first, after being on the road
so much for so many years, but I've gotten used to it."

"Yeah, it felt weird to me too, for a little bit. I mean, I still had Fozzy,
and I did some acting here and there, but it was so strange to sit back on my
couch and watch Raw from my living room."

"And now you're back. What made you decide to come back?"

Jericho averted his gaze and cleared his throat before answering. "Eh...just
got the itch again, I suppose. Being at home was a nice change of pace and
all that, but around six or seven months ago I decided the time was right,
and started preparing myself for a comeback."

There was quite a bit left unsaid in Jericho's response, but Trish was able
to read between the lines. He'd never spoken a word of it to anyone in the
company, or to her, she felt in her heart that he left back in 2005 almost
entirely because of her. She also had no doubt that her own departure in
late 2006 was a major factor in his decision to come back. They'd been able
to gloss over their strong feelings for each other for the duration of their
on-screen romance and the subsequent feud between Jericho and Christian, and
things cooled down somewhat after that. It had never been quite the same as
before, but with no skits that required them to show affection for each
other, they gradually returned to a state of near-normalcy. One night in
mid-2005 changed all that. Trish had just had an emotionally exhausting
telephone conversation with her fiancée; he had stated that he was sick and
tired of her being gone all the time, and demanded that she quit the WWE and
come home. Trish, always an independent woman, flatly refused, leading to a
rather intense argument that left the gorgeous Canadian in tears. That was
how her good friend Jericho found her.

{{Begin Flashback}}

"Hey Trish, are you ready to....hey, are you alright?" Jericho asked, his
voice full of concern as he took in his friend's appearance. Her face was
streaked with tears, making her mascara run. He had never seen Trish, usually
so strong, like this. He stepped into Trish's hotel room, shutting the door
behind him as he quickly moved to her side, sitting down on her bed next to
her and taking her into his arms, hugging her gently. The Diva of the Decade
buried her face in Jericho's shirt and sobbed.

"It'll be OK, Trish," Jericho said as he started rubbing his friend's back
in a comforting manner. "What's wrong?"

Trish sniffled and took a few shaky breaths before answering. "My fiancée...
I....we..He wants me to quit, and I told him no, and...we got into an
a-argument." Trish went to say more, but Jericho shushed her, understanding
all he needed to.

"I understand. This business is hell on relationships; I've had my share of
breakups because of our schedule."

"H-how do you make it work?" Trish asked, referring to Jericho's marriage.

"It can be really difficult sometimes. If it's meant to be, it's meant to
be. If you want to keep wrestling, and he can't deal with that, maybe you
two aren't meant to be together. You were already working here before you
guys got engaged; he knew the deal. If he really loves you, he'll get over
it and you two will eventually get married. If not, you'll just have to
find someone who will appreciate just how wonderful a person you are, and
love you unconditionally. I know that there's someone out there who will
treat you the way you deserve to be treated; you're such an amazing person.
Any guy would be so lucky to be with you, and if your fiancée can't see
that, it's his loss, not yours."

Trish leaned back and gave Chris a watery smile as she wiped her eyes with
the back of her hand. "Thanks, Chris. I needed a little ego boost."

"Ego boost?" he questioned. She nodded, and Chris shook his head. "That
isn't what I was doing, Trish. I meant what I said; you're such an amazing
person. The kindest, sweetest, and funniest person I've ever met. Not to
mention how incredibly beautiful you are. You are an absolute treasure,
Trish."

Trish, who had bashfully looked away at the praise, looked up. Their eyes
met, and she gasped at the depth of affection she saw in her friend's eyes.

"Chris..I..." she started, before Jericho cut her off.

"I..I'm sorry, Trish," he stammered. "Maybe that was a little too mu..."
He was stopped in mid-sentence as Trish pulled his head down level with hers
and kissed him hard on the lips. His eyes widened in shock as she wrapped
her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss by slipping her tongue into his
mouth. He finally broke out of his daze and began running his hands up and
down her back. He moved his hands underneath the bottom of her shirt and
started rubbing the smooth skin of her lower back, causing her to moan into
his mouth. Trish repositioned herself so she was straddling Jericho, her
ass tantalizingly close to his rapidly hardening member. Y2J moved his
hands south, down to her butt, cupping a cheek in each hand. Trish moaned
as Jericho began planting soft kisses on her neck.

"Oh god...Chris," she murmured. "I've tried so hard to fight my feelings
for you, and now that we're here...I can't wait any more. Please, make love
to me."

Jericho heard the longing in her voice, and knew that he meant as much to
her as she did to him. He caught her gaze and gave her a nod, eager to
finally give in to the lust he'd been dealing with for years. She gave him
a dazzling smile and got off of him, beginning to undo her jeans. He stood
up and reached into his pants pocket, pulling out his wallet. He opened the
wallet to look for a condom, but his entire body froze when he instead found
a photo of he and his wife, taken at their wedding.

Her pants now lying on the floor, Trish was about to pull her shirt over her
head when she noticed the agonized look on her friend's face. She felt her
chest tighten, as she realized that he must be having second thoughts.

"What's wrong, Chris?" she asked, her voice trembling as she dreaded his
answer.

"It's...god, Trish, I've been in love with you for so long, you have no idea,
but I just...I can't go through with this. I love my wife, too, and I can't
do this to her. I'm so, so sorry..."

Trish's eyes welled up with tears as she nodded. "No, you're right, Chris.
You're married, and I've met your wife, she's a really sweet girl. I'd never
forgive myself if I came between you two. And I'm not sure what will happen
with my relationship, but as long as I'm still engaged, I owe it to my
fiancée to remain faithful to him. Please forgive me for how I acted..."

Jericho shook his head. "I'm just as responsible as you are for what we
almost did. Don't blame yourself."

"Regardless of who's to blame, I hope this doesn't hurt our friendship.
You're one of the most important people in the world to me, and I'd hate it
if a momentary lapse in judgment on both our parts came between us."

"We'll be fine, Trish, I'm sure of it," he said, giving her an obviously
forced smile. She returned the smile, but she felt like she was dying on
the inside. She knew things would never be the same between them.

She was more right than she knew. Less than a month later, Jericho informed
the locker room that he would be leaving the company shortly after SummerSlam
that year. His last night before leaving, she'd gone to his hotel room to say
goodbye to him. She had so much she wanted to say to him, so many things
she'd have loved to put into words, but she couldn't muster up the courage.
Instead, she'd wished him well, told him what a great friend he was, and gave
him a brief hug before leaving. That was their last conversation, until the
Raw 15th Anniversary.

{{End Flashback}}

"Well, regardless of why you came back, I'm sure Vince is thrilled to have
you. There's only one Ayatollah of Rock and Rollah, after all."

Chris' laugh was genuine, if somewhat bittersweet, as Trish flashed him the
impish grin that he'd grown to love so much. "Yeah, I'm one bad mamma jamma,
no doubt about it." He looked her over fully for the first time in years,
and he was painfully reminded that she was still the most beautiful woman he
had ever seen. "Gosh, it's been so long since we've talked," Jericho said,
trying to get his mind off of the path it was on. "I never even got to
congratulate you on your marriage. Sorry I couldn't make it to the wedding.
How's that going, anyway?"

The grin instantly disappeared from Trish's face, replaced by a look Jericho
couldn't quite place, having never seen it in all the times he'd talked with
her. "Um...it's going good," she responded with a strange tone. It was clear
to Jericho that she wasn't telling the truth, but he let it slide, as he
wasn't exactly eager to discuss Trish's love life. 'A life I wish I was the
center of.' He mentally shook himself, trying to force his mind back on
track. He looked down at his watch.

"If you're hungry too, how about we go grab a bite together? It'll give us
a chance to make up for lost time." The words were out of Jericho's mouth
before his brain had a chance to protest. He inwardly winced as soon as he
finished talking, and he silently prayed she would decline.

Trish's mouth dropped open. She had hoped Chris would at least be civil and
somewhat friendly towards her, but given the way he had bolted out of the
company, she wasn't sure she'd get even that. Not only was he being friendly,
now he was actually inviting her to go out and catch up? "Yes, Chris, I'd
like that."

She gave him a warm smile, and Chris felt millions of butterflies in his
stomach. 'What in the hell did I just get myself into?'

* * *

Chris Jericho felt tears building in his eyes, he was laughing so hard.
Trish Stratus had been telling a story of a rib she had pulled on one of the
Diva Search girls, and Jericho had lost all control. He felt better than he
had in ages; he'd forgotten just how much fun it was to talk to his friend.

Trish was laughing rather heartily herself, Jericho's fits of laughter
bringing back fond memories. She could see that many of the other patrons
in the restaurant were giving the pair of them strange looks, but she
couldn't care less. It felt so wonderful to finally be talking to her
friend the way that she used to, before all of the uneasiness.

"Me too," Trish said, a goofy grin on her face. Jericho went to say something
else, but stopped when he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket. He
held up a finger as he pulled the phone out.

"Hello?" The cheerful expression left his face as he heard the voice on the
other side of the phone. "You can have the television; I don't care. I barely
watch it when I'm home anyway. Yes, that's fine. OK. I'll drop it off when I
get back." He put the phone back in his pocket and turned his attention back
to Trish, who had a puzzled expression on her face. She was about to ask him
a question, but he shook his head. "Let's head out; I'll explain it to you
once we get to my rental car." She nodded in agreement and they paid their
bill before leaving the restaurant.

Once they got into Jericho's rental car, she looked at him earnestly,
silently waiting for him to explain. He started the car and began to speak.
"That was my wife. We're separated, and we'll be filing for divorce next
week."

Trish's jaw hit the floor. "I'm...I'm sorry, Chris," she stammered. He shook
his head as he concentrated on the road, a ghost of a smile on his face.

"Don't be. It's been a long time coming."

Suddenly Trish had a horrifying thought. "It isn't because of...what I did,
is it?" she asked, hoping desperately that it wasn't their aborted night of
passion that had led to her friend's divorce.

"First of all, like I told you right after it happened, I'm every bit as
responsible for that as you are. And to be honest, our marriage wasn't really
going that great before that happened. When I told her about it, yeah, that
was a rough situation."

"And then you quit the company."

"Yeah, she told me point-blank that it was over if I continued to work the
schedule the WWE requires. You've probably heard me mock people who keep
getting married?" Trish grinned, remembering some jokes Jericho had told
her on the subject. "I didn't want to become the butt of one of my own
jokes, and she is a really great person, so I decided to take my sabbatical
and see if we could work things out."

"You're a terrible liar, Chris. I've always been able to see right through
you."

Though he was still keeping his eyes on the road, Trish could see the solemn
expression on Chris' face. He sighed before responding. "Fine, you're right.
That's not why I really left."

"Yeah, I know, you left because you couldn't stand to be around me anymore
after what happened," Trish said miserably.

"Wrong."

"What do you mean? What else could it have been?" They arrived at the parking
lot of Trish's hotel building and Chris turned off the car, but Trish made no
move to get out. Realizing she wasn't going anywhere until she got an answer,
Jericho sighed.

"I couldn't stand to be around you anymore, that much is true. But it's not
for the reason that you think." He paused and took a few deep breaths. "You
know, I'm not sure if it's such a good idea to be talking about this..." he
said.

"Please, Chris, I need to know. The day I found out you were leaving was one
of the worst of my life. I've spent the last two and a half years torturing
myself because I felt like it was all my fault. I always thought that my
forcing myself on you and almost causing you to commit adultery had driven
you away. I figured you were as disgusted with me as I was with myself," she
said, her voice cracking as she was on the verge of tears.

"What?" Jericho said, aghast. "Trish, no! I could never be disgusted with
you!" Seeing her skeptical look, he steeled himself. "Fine, do you really
want to know?" She nodded. "I spent the few days in between the incident in
the hotel room and going home thinking long and hard about my future. When
I got home, I had a long discussion with my wife. I told her what had
happened, and explained my feelings for you. I also told her that I had come
to a decision: I wanted a divorce." Seeing the look of shock on her face, he
fought back the lump in his throat before forcing himself to finish what
needed to be said. "Remember that first day back on the road, when I met
you at the airport?" At her hesitant nod, he got to the part he had been
dreading. "I went there with the intention of telling you that I loved you
and wanted to see where things could go between us."

Trish's eyes bugged out. "WHAT?! How..why..."

"I'm so sorry. I know you're married now; this is why I didn't want to get
into all of this. I didn't want to open up old wounds."

Trish shook her head back and forth rapidly, struggling to process what he
was confessing to her. Finally, she managed to sputter out a response.
"You...were choosing me over your marriage?" He nodded his head sadly in
confirmation. "Why didn't you tell me?" Jericho looked at her ruefully
before answering.

"Before I could get two words out, you rushed into an apology for what
happened, and thanked me for stopping you. Then you told me that you'd had
a long talk with your fiancée and you guys had worked things out. Now that
I'd finally admitted to myself just how much I wanted to be with you, and
knowing I couldn't have you, I couldn't bear to be on the road with you week
in and week out. And that, Trish Stratus, is why I left." Trish's face became
anguished as the full implications of what had happened settled in. Had she
just been patient, her most fervent wish would have come true!

"Oh god...If I'd only known..." Suddenly, something occurred to Trish. "Wait
a second; this was over two years ago, but you're just now getting a divorce?
What changed?"

"After I found out you were going to remain engaged, I decided to give it
another shot. Our marriage was never the same after that, though. I thought
that maybe if I came home for good, things would be better. But it just
didn't work. She always felt second best after I chose you. And I never
could get you out of my system, no matter how hard I tried." She looked at
him sharply after he said this. "Sorry. I know the door is closed, and I
missed my chance. I'm not trying to be a home-wrecker or anything. I'm just
telling you the truth."

"Are you saying you still love me?" she asked, afraid to hope.

Chris gave a slight nod before letting his head drop. Trish unbuckled her
seatbelt and stepped out of the car. Jericho slumped in his seat with his
head in his hands, assuming Trish was leaving. He was startled out of his
misery when the driver's door opened, and Trish plopped down in his lap.
Her lips met his in a kiss, her body pressing forward urgently as she poured
seven years of repressed sexual tension into that one kiss.

For a moment, Jericho was in heaven, but his morals took over. He gently
broke the kiss and cupped Trish's face in his hands, looking into her eyes.
"Trish, I do love you, so much, but we can't. My relationship is coming to
an end, but you're still married. I don't want you to do something you'll
regret, and wind up hating me for it."

Trish had felt her heart stop when he had broken the kiss, but now she
smiled at him warmly. "I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm kissing the man
that I love. No regrets." He grimaced and made to argue, but she finished
her explanation before he could say a word. "I told you my marriage was
fine earlier. That was a lie. A few weeks ago, I was supposed to do a
radio interview at a station up in Toronto, but the host had a family
emergency and had to cancel. So I came home early, and found my husband in
bed with the neighbor. Needless to say, I want nothing to do with him.
We're still married, but only on paper."

Now it was Jericho's turn to try and offer his sympathy, even as his mind
raced with other thoughts. "Wow, I don't know what to say. I'm sorr..."

"Don't be," she cut him off. "It was a blessing in disguise. If that hadn't
happened, we may have missed our last chance. But now, there's nothing to
hold us back." She smiled widely as he finally understood what was happening.

"You mean...you want to give this a shot? A real shot, not just a one night
stand?"

Trish fondly stroked his cheek with her thumb as she leaned forward and
kissed him softly. "I'd say that I want to see if we're compatible, but I
already know the answer to that question. I've never enjoyed spending time
with anyone as much as I do you. So yes, Chris, I want a long-term
relationship. What do you say?"

He gave her an ear-to-ear grin. "I say that that sounds like the best idea
I've ever heard."

"Yeah, I'm pretty fond of it myself. But I have another idea that I think
you may approve of." He cocked his head, wondering what she was talking
about. "While I'm not looking for just a one night stand, Mr. Jericho, I am
interested in having a night I'll never forget." She leaned her head forward
until they were just inches apart, and stared into his eyes as she licked
her lips hungrily

Knowing what she was proposing, and wanting it every bit as much as she did,
he opened the car door and stepped out, lifting the Canadian bombshell with
him. She shrieked and wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her
into the hotel, peppering her neck and chest with sloppy kisses as he walked.

"God, hurry up!" Trish playfully demanded, giggling as he complied, breaking
out into a near run through the nearly empty hotel, oblivious to the stares
of the few hotel workers still on the clock in the wee hours of the morning.

"Which room?" he asked in between licks of her neck.

"215!" she said in a near shout, gasping in pleasure as his hands moved down
to her rump, gently squeezing her ass as they got closer and closer to their
final destination.

They arrived at Trish's room, and Jericho reluctantly set her feet back on
solid ground. He shuffled from foot to foot impatiently as Trish scrambled
to dig her room key out of her pocket. She hurriedly jammed the key into
the hole, her excitement causing her to struggle a bit before she finally
succeeded in getting the door unlocked.

"Got it!" she shouted in triumph, and Chris celebrated by giving her
jeans-clad ass a hard spank. She looked at her longtime friend over her
shoulder, giving him the most seductive look in her arsenal. "Catch me if
you can!" She giggled before opening the door and sprinting into the room,
running towards the freshly cleaned bed and flopping down onto it chest
first.

Y2J was right behind her, remembering to close and lock the door before
closing in on his prey. He stopped to look her over. She was lying on her
side with her right hand propping up her head, closely watching his every
move. He moved nearer, standing to the side of the bed. Trish sat up and
scooted over to the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor just beside his.
Though his insides felt like they were on fire with the anticipation he was
feeling, Jericho decided he should give her one last out.

"Trish, since I'm not sure if I'll be able to control myself once this goes
any further; I'm going to give you one last chance to..."

"Shut up, Chris. I want this, more than anything. You want it too, right?"
He nodded his agreement. "Then take your clothes off, and make me the
Highlight of the Night."

Jericho let out a chuckle, Trish's playful reference to an old catchphrase
of his setting his mind at ease. With all doubts aside, they both began
undressing, starting by removing their shoes and socks. Jericho pulled his
shirt over his head and tossed it off to the side hap-hazardly, not concerned
with where it landed. Trish murmured her appreciation for his muscular upper
body. She began rubbing his bare chest with her right hand, her gentle touch
causing Chris to shiver slightly.

As much as he was enjoying Trish's caresses, Jericho was eager to move on.
He reached down and took hold of her hand, halting her actions. Trish's
complaint died on the tip of her tongue as he sat down on the bed beside her
and tilted her head toward his, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.
She moaned in lust as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Seizing her
opportunity, her tongue quickly met his, the two tongues battling for
dominance as Trish ran her hands up and down Jericho's back, savoring the
feel of his muscles.

Jericho loved the way Trish's hands were massaging his back muscles, but he
decided it was time for her to lose some clothing as well. His hands snaked
underneath her shirt, lovingly inching his way up her back, exposing more
and more of her flawless skin as he progressed. Trish panted in anticipation,
adoring the feel of his hands travelling up her body, but craving contact of
a more intimate nature. She broke away from him so she could pull her shirt
over her head. She tossed it across the room, and Jericho's eyes locked on
her chest, now covered only by a lacy black bra. Noticing his attention, she
shook her upper body, giggling as he groaned at the sight of her jiggling
breasts.

"See something you like?" she teased, inwardly thrilled with the effect she
was having on him.

"Like, no. Love, crave, worship, yes. But not like."

She arched her eyebrow at him. "Worship?" He nodded, and she smiled at him.
"Well, if they mean that much to you, perhaps you'd like to get to know them
on a more...intimate level?" He nodded his head up and down rapidly, his eyes
alight with excitement. Laughing at his eagerness, she continued. "OK then,
Mr. Sexy Beast, would you like to do the honors?"

Jericho nearly jumped for joy at the invitation. He scooted closer to her
and took her breasts into his hands, kissing the mounds through the material
of the bra. Trish sighed as Jericho made quick work of the bra. He threw
the bra off, the sexy undergarment a distant memory as he stared in open
admiration at her bare breasts.

She blushed a bit at the intense look in his eyes. "Don't just stare at 'em;
get to know 'em. I know they've been waiting a long time to get to know you."

Her silliness broke him out of his mini-trance, and he smiled at her
sheepishly. "Sorry; I've been fantasizing about seeing them for so long.
Guess I got a little carried away." She opened her mouth to forgive him,
but all that came out was a moan of pleasure as Chris got to work. His
mouth went to her left breast, his tongue flicking back and forth across
her nipple as his right hand cupped the other breast, squeezing the large
mound gently. Trish was willing to sit back and let Jericho go, the loving
attention he was giving to her chest a pleasant contrast to the rough
treatment she'd grown accustomed to in all her previous relationships. She
started running her fingers through his hair, sighing in contentment as he
switched, his mouth moving to her right breast. After he had given both of
her fantastic breasts the attention he felt they deserved, Jericho lifted
his head off of her chest and kissed her on the lips again.

Trish was becoming a big fan of Jericho's kisses, but she was ready for
more. She gently nudged him until he got the hint and lay on his back.
Chris licked his lips as Trish unzipped his pants, tugging them down his
legs. He kicked them off once they got down around his ankles, and Trish
threw them onto the floor. She eyed the bulge in his boxers, and grinned at
him. "Looks like Christmas is coming early for Trishie this year."

Smirking, he replied, "I'd say 'Ho Ho Ho' right about now, but I'm afraid you
would take it out of context and give me the Stratusfaction or something."

She chuckled before nodding her head. "Oh, you're going to get all the
Stratusfaction you can handle tonight, believe me." With that, she suddenly
yanked the boxers off of his body, freeing his dick from its cage. Trish
gawked at her lover's size before tentatively taking his length into her
hand, slowly stroking it to make sure he was at full hardness. Trish's
nervousness didn't go unnoticed by Jericho. He stretched his arm out and
tenderly stroked her cheek with the back of his hand to gain her attention.
She looked up at his touch, still giving his cock occasional jerks.

"Is something wrong, Trish? You seem a little flustered all of a sudden."

Her cheeks flushed as she shook her head and released her grip on his dick.
"No, I'm fine. You're just bigger than anyone I've been with, that's all."

"Did you want to stop? Because we can if you want to."

"Of course I don't want to stop! I've wanted this for years, there's no
way I'm gonna get cold feet now! Besides, it might be a little awkward for
me at first, but once I adjust, your size will be a GOOD thing! Now if
you'll excuse me, I have a job to do." She swirled her tongue across her
lips suggestively and attempted to scoot down between his legs, but he
stopped her. She gave him a confused look, and he smiled at her.

"I want in on the fun, too."

She mock-scowled at him. "What I'm trying to do will be quite fun for you,
if I do say so myself."

"I don't doubt it, but you won't have that much fun, will you?"

"No, I guess you're right. So how do you suggest we solve this dilemma,
Mr. King of the World?"

Rather than answering her verbally, Chris decided to let his actions speak
for him. He sat up and yanked her jeans off, delighted to see that she
wasn't wearing any panties. He tried to make a joke, but found that his
mouth had suddenly gone dry while he took in the sight of her body, fully
naked for him to observe. His eyes feasted on her perfect form for several
moments before he noticed her gazing at him curiously, his sudden stopping
having confused her.

"So beautiful," he whispered. She blushed brighter than he'd ever seen her
blush before.

"Th...thank you," Trish mumbled, his simple praise meaning more to her than
he would ever know.

Jericho lay back down and settled himself into a comfortable position. "So...
now that all those darned clothes are out of the way, we can get to work on
the solution to our earlier problem if you'll be a dear and assume the
sixty-nine position," he said in his best professorial voice.

She smirked at him, her mood shifting from deeply serious to playful and
light hearted once again. "I had no idea I was shacking up with Dean
Douglas."

Jericho made an overly dramatic gagging noise. "OK, I know how much you
like foot rubs, so I will make you a deal right now: a lifetime of foot rubs
from yours truly, whenever you want them. In exchange, you have to swear
not to ever again mention Dean Douglas, Aldo Montoya, Mantaur, Tekno Team
2000, T.L Hopper, and any other mid-'90s WWF mid-card wrestler I've
forgotten, in a romantic sense. Do we have an accord?"

"Agreed." Deciding that the time for sarcastic remarks was over (at least
momentarily), Trish straddled Jericho's waist, rubbing her palms across
his chest before she swung her body around so she was lying on him in a
sixty-nine position. Jericho gasped as Trish licked the tip of his dick.
She gave his head several licks before dragging her tongue down the length
of his cock. She promptly worked her way back up, drawing a hissing sound
from Jericho's mouth.

It would have been very easy for Jericho to simply sit back and revel in
the things Trish's tongue was doing to him, but he wanted to make sure she
enjoyed herself just as much as he did. He gave her entrance a few licks,
and felt her shudder slightly at the contact. As he continued to lick, he
felt Trish's hips squirm a bit. Realizing she was rather antsy, he switched
tactics, his tongue work stopping. Trish stopped bathing his cock with her
tongue and was about to order him to get back to work, but her breath caught
in her throat as his right index finger slipped into her vagina.

"Oh god..." she panted. "Yes, Chris...please, keep doing that."

"What, you mean this?" He started moving the finger around, and she sobbed
in pleasure.

"YES, mmm...that! God, it feels so incredible!" she exclaimed.

"Just this one finger? Imagine when I'm inside of you for real."

"We'll...ohh!...get to that in a bit. Now, I apologize, because I've been
neglecting my duties." This time it was Jericho's breath that hitched, as
Trish's mouth enveloped his cockhead. She sucked on the head softly for a
moment before starting to move her head, taking a bit more of him into her
mouth.

Jericho moaned when one of Trish's hands gripped his shaft, holding him in
place as she worked more and more of his length into her mouth. "Jesus,
Trish, that is...ahhh...so amazing!"

Trish didn't give blowjobs very often, as it wasn't an act she enjoyed very
much. But with Chris, it was different. She felt her heart swell with pride
every time he moaned, and found herself actually becoming more aroused as a
result of getting more and more of his dick into her mouth. Hearing his
appreciative noises grow even louder and more urgent, she made a silent vow
to give Chris a blowjob any time he wanted.

The wet slurping sounds Trish made as she sucked him off were the most
erotic noises Jericho had ever heard. He closed his eyes, trying to get a
hold of himself as her sucking threatened to send him over the edge. "God...
Trish...oh, you'd better quit it. I don't think I can...last much longer..."

Rather than pulling off of him, Trish suddenly started bobbing her head up
and down rapidly. She gave herself a mental pat on the back as she heard
her lover whimper, her new pace dragging him right to the brink.

"Ohhh my god...Trish, I'm serious, I'm really close, you should stop,"
Jericho huffed. He let out a deep sigh as Trish pulled herself off of his
dick with a loud slurp. Watching as Trish rolled off of him, he sucked in a
few deep breaths as he waited for his heart rate to drop to a somewhat
normal level.

"Wow, that was even better than I always imagined it being. We'll have to
do that again sometime."

"Oh, I'm not done yet. I just wanted to be able to see the look on your
face when you cum in my mouth." His eyes widened as she positioned herself
between his legs, reattaching her mouth to his cock. She wasted no time in
resuming her previous pace, bobbing her head on his shaft. Feeling his body
tense up as he panted, she decided to add a little extra stimulation to
really set him off.

Jericho grunted as Trish started gently massaging his balls with her hands.
"OH GOD...that's...UHH!" He wasn't able to hold back any longer, his dick
exploding inside Trish's mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head as his
load was sucked out of him by Trish, who eagerly swallowed every last drop.
He felt goose bumps rise all over his body, not just because of his orgasm,
but also because of the hungry, lustful look on Trish's face. Her eyes
never left his as she sucked him dry. Looking down at the woman he'd loved
for years, slurping him loudly as she ensured she got every drop of semen he
had to offer, Jericho had to resist the urge to pinch himself.

Trish licked her lips, loving the dazed look on Jericho's face. "So...good?"
she teased, laying down on her side next to him and snuggling into his chest
as he wrapped an arm around her.

"Beyond good. Damn, Trish, that was so...honestly, I don't even have the
words to describe how great that was. You shouldn't have finished me off,
though."

"Why not? Afraid you can't get it up again?" she grinned at him and arched
her eyebrow in challenge.

"Laying here, looking at your gorgeous body? Those perfect breasts, that
fit tummy, that wonderful booty? I don't think stimulation is going to be a
problem. It's just, I could feel how wet you were. You're pretty friggin
horny, I'd say. And now you're going to have to wait."

"Yeah, that's a real downer. Maybe I should speed up the process."

Trish took Jericho's hands and placed them on her breasts, sighing as he
cupped them gently. He reveled in the feel of her tits in his hands, rolling
them around. She smiled, knowing Chris was enjoying himself as he played with
her large breasts.

"So, now that you've gotten some hands-on experience...how are they?"

"Spectacular. But now I think it's time I get a couple of handfuls of that
booty." His hands left her chest and went straight for her butt. Trish
smiled as Chris's hands rubbed her butt, and she leaned in and kissed him
softly on the lips. Jericho gave Trish's right ass cheek a few playful
spanks, causing her to giggle into the kiss.

"Are you punishing me, Chris? Have I been a bad girl?"

Y2J didn't say anything; he was too preoccupied with fondling her butt.
Trish bit her lip, Jericho's roaming hands exciting her even further. She
decided that she needed to get things moving again before her hormones drove
her insane.

Jericho frowned as Trish's hands swatted his own hands away from her ass.
Trish didn't give him time to pout, though, as she quickly straddled him,
her ass pressing back against his crotch. He moaned as she started slowly
rocking back and forth, her buns rubbing against his member. Trish took his
right hand and moved it down to her crotch, confirming just how soaked she
had become.

"Can you feel that, Chris?" she whispered. "Can you feel how wet I am?" He
gulped and nodded, staring at her wide-eyed. "I've never been this turned on
in my life. Do you know why that is?"

"Yeah, it's because I've already gotten off and left you high and dry. Anyone
would get anxious considering how long you're having to wait."

"Wrong. I've waited longer than this; that's not the issue. I'm so wet
because I've loved you, and wanted to make love to you, for years. Even when
I was engaged, and after I got married, I can't tell you how often you'd be
there in my dreams. I'd try so hard to keep you out of my thoughts during the
day, but my subconscious knew what I wanted, what I needed. Now, I'm finally
going to get it. You're going to make my dreams a reality. That's why I'm so
excited."

Trish's heartfelt words, the wetness coating his hands that proved them to
be true, and the incredible feeling of her ass rubbing up against his crotch
was a winning combination. Trish grinned in triumph as she felt his hardening
cock press against her butt.

"Well then, I'd say we're just about ready to get this show on the road,
wouldn't you?"

He smiled up at her. "Yeah, just let me get my..." he froze as a horrible
realization came to him.

Trish swore she felt her heart stop, his freezing up a painful reminder of
their first hotel room encounter. "Chris...please don't tell me you're having
second thoughts about this," she pleaded, blinking back tears.

He gave a little yelp of surprise. "No, of course not! I realized I don't
have any condoms with me, that's all."

Trish exhaled in relief. "Thank god. Well, that's no problem; we don't need
one. I'm on the pill. Now, without further ado..."

Trish slowly lowered herself onto his cock, moaning as she felt him filling
her up. She bit her lip, wincing as she tried to adjust to the biggest penis
she'd ever had inside of her. Seeing the discomfort etched on his beautiful
lover's face, Jericho attempted to distract her by playing with her breasts.
He teased her nipples gently with his fingers, and smiled as he saw her
discomfort replaced by pleasure.

Deciding she was ready, Trish started moving. She raised herself up and
lowered herself back down slowly, smiling as she saw Chris' obvious pleasure
written all over his face.

Jericho's eyes were closed, his brain struggling to function as his
friend-turned-lover rode his pole. "God, Trish, you feel so good. So
tight..."

"Tight? Not according to my soon to be ex-husband."

"Well, I guess he has a small dick, then. You're perfect."

Trish's bouncing became faster and more intense, her partner's praise urging
her on. Jericho once again grabbed onto Trish's ass cheeks, helping her
bounce even faster.

"Oh GOD...mmm..." Trish moaned, starting to sweat as she rode Chris with more
enthusiasm than she'd ever had in any previous sexual experience. Jericho was
silently sucking in short breaths as he stared, transfixed, at Trish's
bouncing breasts. His hands left her tush and went back up to her chest.
Trish leaned her upper body forward to give Chris easier access to his
targets. He gladly took advantage, rubbing her nipples between his fingers.

"Yeah, you like my boobies, don't you?"

"Who wouldn't?" He groaned as Trish continued to slam down onto him.

"Oh, I'm well aware that they're attention-grabbers," she said in a
breathless voice. I usually have a hard time getting people to look me in
the eyes. Never with you, though. I think one of the things that attracted
me to you was that you were pretty much the only male not directly related
to me who could go an entire conversation without once staring at my
cleavage."

"That's because I always had a blast talking to you."

"This is pretty fun too, right?"

"Hell yes."

"Thought so."

Deciding to switch things up, Jericho put his hands on Trish's shoulders,
interrupting her bouncing. She whimpered, and he chuckled.

"Sorry; I had to stop you so I could do this." He rolled over, pulling
Trish with him so she was on her back. He started pumping into her, quickly
establishing a steady rhythm.

"YEAH, just like that, Chris...oh fuck!" Trish moaned in bliss as he
continued to thrust into her hard and fast, his hands on her tits. She
wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him in even deeper. Jericho
grit his teeth with exertion as he pounded into his busty lover, his balls
slapping against her with every thrust.

"Ohhhhh....yes, yes Chris! It's so good!" Trish's eyes rolled back in her
head as Jericho gave her the best sex of her life. 'I could get used to
this,' she thought.

Jericho smiled when he saw Trish's eyes roll back, happy he was giving her
the pleasure she deserved. He bent his head down and licked the sweat off of
her right breast before shifting over and doing the same to the other breast.

"Wow, (pant), you're really obsessed with those things, aren't you?"

He slowed his thrusts and looked at her questioningly. "Are you complaining?"

"Nope; play with them to your heart's content." She frowned as his thrusts
stopped altogether and he pulled out of her pussy. "Chris, I was just
playing. It's fine; it feels really good when you touch them anyway." She
started to get worried when he didn't respond to her.

He lay down on the bed next to her, flashing her a smile. "Hop aboard."
Relieved that he didn't seem to be upset, she went to mount him again, but
he held his hand up. "The other way. I've had my fill of your breasts for
now; now I want to watch that booty in action."

She grinned and turned her body away from him, waving her butt back and forth
playfully while on all fours. He gave her left cheek a light slap.

"Ouch, that hurt, mister!"

"Sorry; I'll make it all better." He pressed his lips to her butt, planting
a brief kiss on the cheek he'd smacked. She broke out in laughter.

"I now have the first-ever inductee into the Trish Stratus Kiss My Ass Club!"

"You know, if you made that a weekly segment I think Raw would probably
become the highest rated show in the history of television."

"Maybe so, but then I'd have to let people other than you kiss my bare butt."

"On second thought, this doesn't sound like such a good idea to me."

"I should hope not. Now, I believe you said something about hopping aboard,
so lay back down." Jericho complied, and Trish mounted him again, riding his
pole with her back facing him. He rested his hands on her ass cheeks as she
bounced, and sighed at the feel of her butt in motion as she rode him
frenetically.

"AHHH...god, Trish, I love this. You're so perfect..."

"You...ohhh...feel pretty good yourself," she panted. Trish felt her lower
body becoming sore as she continued to slam herself down onto Jericho's cock
for all she was worth, their fucking making the bed creak.

"Getting tired, Trish? You're slowing down."

"Y...yeah..." she responded, gasping for air.

"Don't worry; I'll take it from here." Jericho lifted a breathless Trish off
of his lap and laid her down on the bed, face-up. After giving her a few
moments to catch her breath, he thrust himself into her. He rammed his cock
into her tight pussy hard and fast as he knew she was exhausted, and would
probably soon need to call it quits for the night. As he was relishing the
sensation of his lower half slapping against hers repeatedly, Chris became
unnerved as he noticed the expression on his lover's face. He stopped
thrusting, though he remained buried inside of her pussy.

"Trish...am I doing something wrong?"

Her eyes widened as she looked up at him. "Of course not! Why would you
think that?"

"The look on your face. All of a sudden, you had to fight to hold the smile
on your face."

"That's not true..."

"Trish, please, don't lie. I know you too well."

She let out a tired sigh, resolving herself. "I'm sorry, Chris. This has
been great, honestly. The best night of my life." She smiled at him again,
and he smiled back, as he knew this smile was genuine. "It's just..." she
hesitated.

He tenderly brushed her sweat-soaked hair off of her forehead. "It's OK,
Trish. Whatever it is, you can tell me."

She nodded and continued on. "As great as this has been, I've always had a
certain visual in my head about what it would be like to be with you."
Seeing him frown uncertainly, she hurried on, not wanting him to get the
wrong idea. "In my dreams, when we...climax, we aren't really screwing, per
se. Now, please understand, I loved what we were just doing. I set the
pace for most of the night, after all. You've been great." She emphasized
the last sentence, wanting him to understand that she was not unhappy with
him in any way. "I've just always imagined that, as we finished, you'd be
going really slow, telling me how much I mean to you as we made love in a
more traditional sense."

Seeing him grin at her, she quickly became defensive. "I know, I know. It's
just a silly fantasy. Go ahead and finish."

He waved his hand dismissively. "Trish, if you want the finale to be slower
and more romantic, that's exactly what you're going to get."

Trish wiped some sweat off of her brow and smiled up at her lover sheepishly.
"Sorry."

Chris smiled back at her before leaning down and cupping her face with his
hands. He gave her a tender kiss on the lips as he stroked her cheek.

"Nothing to be sorry about; I've had the time of my life. Now, it's time
to finish this night off."

Jericho started moving his hips again, moving at a much slower and more
deliberate rate. He smiled as Trish moaned in happiness.

"That's perfect; thank you so much for this, Chris. I know this pace can't
feel nearly as good for you." She sighed in pleasure as he continued to push
into her exactly as she wanted, inching more and more of his length inside
of her .

"Are you kidding, Trish? Being with you is incredible. I'll make love to you
any way you want me to. Well, unless you try to talk me into adding another
dude to the mix. You may be able to persuade me to let another girl in,
however. Do you happen to have Mickie James' phone number, perchance?"

She whacked him on the arm and shot him a playful glare. "You know, this may
not work out if you're going to be on the road with Mickie so much. I just
might get jealous." He grinned at her before resting his head next to hers.
Chris nibbled on Trish's ear, causing her to shudder. His steady lovemaking
never ceasing, Jericho began whispering into his dream girl's ear.

"No worries; Mickie's hot, no doubt about it. But there's no way she or
anyone else can compare with you. You're all I've ever wanted. I can't tell
you how much you mean to me."

Trish felt a lump rising in her throat. "You don't need to tell me. I
already know." She moaned in happiness as he continued to push into her, his
good-sized penis fitting into her body more perfectly than she could have
imagined.

"Maybe I don't need to. But I want to." Jericho moved his head in, their
foreheads nearly touching, and he looked directly into her eyes. "Trish,
you're so wonderful. Anyone who looks and you and only sees a pretty face
and a smoking body doesn't know what the hell they're missing. You're not
just my, hopefully, girlfriend. You are my girlfriend, aren't you?"

Trish smiled and nodded. "You'd better believe it. I don't drop my pants for
just anyone, mister." She groaned as she had an unmistakable feeling course
through her body, Jericho's sensual lovemaking having finally brought her
within a step of nirvana. "OHHH! God, Chris...I'm so close!"

"Well, as I was saying, you aren't just my girlfriend. You're also my best
friend. I've wanted to be with you for so long, and now that it's actually
happening, it almost doesn't seem real. You're the greatest thing that has
ever happened to me."

Overcome with emotion, Trish was now openly crying. "Oh god, Chris...I love
you so much." As Jericho's member continued to plunge into her, Trish started
groaning. Her body tensed and she bit her bottom lip. Feeling her orgasm
rapidly approaching, she started moaning loudly.

Chris recognized that she was on the verge, and decided now was the time to
complete her fantasy. Continuing to thrust his cock into her tight pussy, he
rubbed her chin with his hand, wanting to be sure she held eye contact. Once
that was done, he whispered the five words that sent Trish over the edge.

"I love you, Trish Stratus."

Tears of joy running down her face, Trish screamed as she felt the beginnings
of her orgasm.

"Yeah, Trish...uhhh...let it all out, baby." He continued to drive his
exhausted body into her. Her pussy, already a wonderfully tight fight for
him, had clenched around his dick . It took supreme concentration on his
part to not blow his load at that moment, but he was willing himself to keep
going until he was sure she had gotten her pleasure.

Craving more contact from Jericho, Trish pulled his head down and kissed him
hard. She squealed into his mouth as she experienced a mind-numbing orgasm.

Jericho broke the kiss and started kissing the nape of her neck instead.
When Trish's screams changed into jumbled mutterings that he couldn't quite
decipher, Y2J decided that he could give in at last.

"Ahh...Trish, I'm about to..."

"Do it." She smiled at him, in a state of post-orgasmic bliss and
contentment.

"Oh shit..."

Jericho's body shuddered as he finally allowed himself to cum. He buried
himself to the hilt, groaning as he shot his sperm into her cunt.

"Yeah, Chris...come on, give me all you've got." The seductive look in her
eyes spurred him on, increasing his pleasure. He did as she asked, keeping
his dick buried deeply inside of her as he came.

Feeling the stream of cum end, he slowly pulled his shaft out of her with a
loud pop. He groaned and plopped down on the bed.

"I feel like I've wrestled five Iron Man matches in a row."

Trish giggled and rubbed his bare chest, scooting her body in and snuggling
into his embrace. "But it was worth it, right?"

"Like you even have to ask."

Trish bit her lip, mulling something over in her mind. She considered not
bringing the subject up at that moment, but decided she needed confirmation.

"So, Chris, you're sure about this, right? You're in for the long haul?"

"Are you serious, Trish? I meant everything I said to you tonight. I love
you, more than anything. Of course I'm in this for the long haul. I have
every intention of sitting on a porch swing with you when we're old and
gray, complaining about those darned youngsters and their blasted rock and
roll music and Pac-Man video games."

She smiled and rolled her eyes at him, but Jericho could see that she wasn't
convinced yet.

"Why would you even ask that, Trish? You do believe that I meant what I
said earlier, right?"

"Yes, I do. It's just, it's going to be really complicated. You live in
Florida, I live in Toronto. How in the hell are we going to make that work?"

"You're really attached to Toronto, right?"

"Right. I don't plan on ever moving."

"I'm not terribly attached to Florida. I was actually considering a move
after my divorce was finalized, just to get a fresh start. I'd have no
problem moving to Toronto."

"OK, that's great to hear, honestly. But that's not the only problem. Now
you're back on the road, and I'm not. I know we kind of joked about it
earlier, but it really will be a hard thing to deal with."

"I know. It'll be hell to spend so much time apart. But I know that what
we have is strong enough to overcome it."

"What if you're wrong?"

"Then I'll hand in my notice to Vince, and I'll be around so often that
you'll be begging me to get off of my ass and leave you alone."

She shook her head. "No, Chris, I won't let you quit just because of me.
If it gets that bad, I'll just come back. We left the door open, and Vince
made it clear I was welcome back any time."

"You don't want me to quit just for you; I don't want you to come back just
for me. But we have learned something: we're both willing to make sacrifices
in order to make this work. How about we just agree to keep an open mind,
and discuss things rationally if worst comes to worst?"

"Deal. But in said discussion, you can't make any jokes about how you're
better than Dean Malenko because you've come up with 1,004 holds."

He grinned and nodded, but she waved her finger in his face.

"I'm not done yet. Also, if you use the terms "fat" or "over the weight
limit" within my earshot, I will strike first and ask questions later. I
don't care if you're reminiscing about your classic feud with Prince Iaukea
or not."

He nodded solemnly. "I'll keep that in mind. Now, Miss 3-time Babe of the
Year, I think I'm about to pass out. Good night."

Trish nodded and pulled the covers over them both, burrowing further into
his embrace. She felt herself drifting off, when she felt more than heard
Jericho chuckle softly.

"What is it?"

"Just thinking about something Vince said."

"Well?"

"He recently came to me with the idea of resurrecting the Highlight Reel
shortly after Raw goes high-def. One of the things he said was, "You'll be
able to really play up the HD aspect. You can brag about how now the show
will be bigger, better, and flashier than ever. Maybe we can even shoot
some footage of the Divas and work that into your shtick." I was just
thinking that if we'd had a camera rolling tonight, I could've taken the
footage to him. Can you imagine the look on his face?"

Jericho smiled and wrapped his arms around her curvy body, pulling her
closer to him. "What do you think?"
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If you liked the story, have a question/suggestion, or whatever, feel free
to e-mail me (y2curry@gmail.com) or contact me via the forum. There's no
greater motivation for me than knowing people are reading and (hopefully)
enjoying my work. Also, would you like to see a follow-up to this story?
It was originally intended as a one-shot, but some ideas for potential
follow up material came to me as I got further in. I probably shouldn't try
and turn it into a series, as I have a rather abysmal track record when it
comes to actually completing a series, but if enough people seem interested
I might give it a shot.